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I do not understand
Why time passes by
Yet stands still

Why a moment can be fleeting
Yet we are caught in it

Why we hate to love
Yet love to hate

Is it that we are
Afraid of feeling the heartache
Of time gone by
But unafraid of causing the heartbreak
Without a momentโ€™s loss

Afraid of defining our own worth
Within ourselves
But unafraid to define others inadequacies
As they stand before us

How can you say you are living a life
For the moments, the time
The love and the hate
The heartache and the heartbreak
Yet claim to have no life worth living
I do not understand


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